It’s all about that Thyme

Today we celebrate 3 months in Israel! WOW! Time has flown…

In SA a weekly routine would be, up by 6am, kids fed, to school, work, fetch kids, have a playdate, extra murals, kids bathed, fed and in bed by 8pm, then only to start the routine again the next day! Weekends were a full 2 days of chillaxing with friends and eating a fortune of meat! The biggest obstacle most Olim face is that here in Israel there is only 1 day for the weekend. How I miss chilled Sunday braai’s with my family and friends.Meat is a huge expense here. We have been searching for that perfect cut of meat, no luck yet. Watch this space for my hopes are that it will be found! My favorite meat spice was always bought at Woolies, it was a mix of herbs – thyme, coriander and chopped red chilli, it brought out the flavours of the braai meat and every bite would make my heart sing. I will duplicate that flavour once I duplicate the cut of meat, but that’s a whole other story.

An hour was added onto the clock last week, they call it daylight savings, all of a sudden my phone said 1am while the rest of the clocks around the house had a very different number. An hour stolen just like that?

The week of “balagan” (meaning crazy, mess) began!

On Sunday I conquered a lot of fears, I over came the public transport system and managed to get myself to an area called Ramat Hasharon for a job interview. Over an hour of travelling with 2 buses and a 15 minute walk commute, thanks to my trusted MOOVIT app I got everywhere in the exact time I needed to, this app tells you exactly when the bus arrives, which bus to take and how many stops before you need to get off. The small differences between a 1st world and 3rd world country felt right there. I used public transport successfully! *sigh of relief*

After a successful job interview I was asked to returned the next day for a trial work day, 7 hours on my feet after an hour commute, 7 hours of sheering flowers!!! Then another hour back home… up 2 flights of stairs to greet 73 boxes! Our container with all our things arrived and the unpacking of 73 boxes promptly began. Hooray, Our stuff had arrived *happy dancing around the cramped house to “because I’m happy” soundtrack consumed my soul*

Following day I travelled an hour to Tel Aviv for another job interview, and another hour back, then more unpacking… Sum up – Within 72 hours I had achieved 2 job interviews which included 6 hours of commutes, 1 day consisting of 7 hours of hard manual labour and had unpacked 73 boxes!!!!!!!!!!

Time is one thing you can not get back and every moment counts, so yesterday we made it count by spending it with new friends, family and food. Tasty food, food with many spices, some familiar and some new. I can not escape the grind and the hustle and the long hours that await, the hours spent getting places and figuring out where things are, yet the journey is sometimes the best part and looking back on the past 3 months I realise that our journey is only NOW beginning!

 

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2 thoughts on “It’s all about that Thyme

  1. Paul says:

    It definitely takes a bit of getting used to. I still think of the weekends as being 2 days. Friday feels like my old Saturday although there is usually a lot more cleaning involved before or after we schlep to do the weekend shopping. In a way it is great that the kids are at school on Friday mornings because it means we have a couple hours to do what we need to do, uninterrupted. Sometimes we even get to spend some time together!

    We don’t have a car so Saturdays are forced downtime with the family. It’s usually a good break even though there is often a lot of stuff the kids want help with. Still, that part is pretty much the same as back in South Africa except we wound up driving all over when we could have relaxed at home more.

    I definitely miss Woolies meat but my genius wife has managed to figure out which local meat is pretty good. My brother-in-law even found relatively cheap meat that tasted great, albeit after cooking for 3 hours. It isn’t the same but I am ok with what we exchanged Woolies meat for – a very different life. We work harder here, usually for less of the material stuff but, on balance, it’s a fair trade for what we gained living here.

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